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I get scared
When hatred gets layered
Over the love seeds
Over the memory beeds
I get afraid
When under the shade
Killed are my emotions
From all relations
I get frightened
When my growth tightened
Loses like a sand
From my hand
I am scared
I am afraid
I am frightened
Not from any ghost
But from being roast
By ditches
By deed that itches
My shadow has ran away
Life in me has turned into a hard clay
In horror my hair stand errect
I can no longer carry a mask to act
My God give me your call
I am waiting for you in this lifeless hall
But before this
I wanna say that I do miss
A happy me
Who on smile never charged a fee
A brave me
Who from the problems never flee
The frauds
Have broken all my chords
My confidantes have stabbed my heart
They reveal my secrets aloud going in a cart
Everything I have lost
To me nothing now cost
But I don't want my story to be repeated
Please let all the evils from this world get deleted
In the heaven, happy I would be
To see the things as they should be.
At times the ink stains on our hands recite more than those on the pages.
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Updated on July 18, 2017
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